[And just like that, everything is not okay. The sudden impact of her hand is still too close to a knife in his mind, and he seizes up as the memory surges unbidden to his mind, flushing out awareness. Her words don't reach him. Too caught in the feel of what it was like, his hands surge up, first to scrabble at hers, then clutch his own skin. He can't let it bleed, can't let himself die again, can't...]
[Can't feel any blood.]
[He shudders and sinks down to his knees, trembling still after as his breaths rattle in and out. He's not dead. He's not dying. He should be look at her, should be on his feet and paying attention, but he can't just yet. Not while his mind is still synching back with reality.]
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[Can't feel any blood.]
[He shudders and sinks down to his knees, trembling still after as his breaths rattle in and out. He's not dead. He's not dying. He should be look at her, should be on his feet and paying attention, but he can't just yet. Not while his mind is still synching back with reality.]